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Revenge had a nightmare in a daze.
The night was heavy as ink, and Revenge tossed and turned, unable to break free from the nightmare. In the depths of the dream, a bloody scene was unfolding. His heart pounded fiercely like a war drum, each throb a premonition of the impending disaster.
In the dream, the suburban area was bustling with activity, yet peaceful and serene. My sister returned from the party, looking radiant and graceful, her golden hair shimmering in the moonlight. A joyful glow still lingered on her face from the party, and slightly tipsy, she accidentally knocked over the holy water basin outside the door.
Entering the bathroom, she undressed and removed her lipstick, admiring her healthy wheat-colored skin and tall figure. In another era, she might have become a star or supermodel, but due to the human crisis, she had chosen to join her parents in building defenses to restore confidence in humanity. As the first district's self-defense military officer in the suburban area, she had no regrets. She relaxed her soft body in the bathtub, playing music on her phone, savoring a moment of tranquility.
However, in this moment of tranquility, terror suddenly struck. The sister felt something dripping onto her face, a cold and viscous sensation with an indescribable foul odor. Instinctively, she opened her eyes to see a drop of blood-red liquid slowly dripping from the bathroom ceiling. Before she could react, a sharp scream tore through the night, shattering the entire suburban area into fragments of fear.
Mediocre and Chara were startled by the sudden scream, dropping their newspapers and phones as they hurriedly rushed towards the bathroom. Standing in the hallway of the living room was a gentleman in a white suit with blonde hair and red eyes. He wore a badge that read "White Coat Reaper," the emblem of the White Coat Party—an extremist organization that advocates for reshaping the world through blood and violence. They are a radical faction within the council, advocating for the slaughter of humans, werewolves, and other races to establish a vampire kingdom, treating humans as a food supply and no longer preserving the suburban area.
"Good evening, Ken. Was the council not busy today?" Mediocre tried to remain calm, but his voice couldn't hide the trembling.
"Good evening, Mr. Mediocre, Mrs. Chara." Ken's voice was full of sarcasm, his eyes cold and sharp. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but I must discuss today's vote with you."
"Open city area? Are you trying to let vampires hunt us at will?" Mediocre's voice carried disdain and anger, knowing the conspiracy hidden behind it all.
The power structure of the council is complex and unequal. Humans have very few seats in the council, and their voices are often drowned out by the debates and decisions of the vampire families who consider themselves superior. In reality, the council is controlled by numerous factions of vampires, with a new faction emerging in recent years that feeds on animal blood.
Mediocre, as a human councilor, finds himself in a particularly delicate situation in this power game. Despite his limited political influence, the livestock industry in the sub-city area he oversees is crucial to the new vampire faction, as they primarily feed on animal blood. Therefore, every vote and position of Mediocre is closely watched by the new vampires, who to some extent rely on him to maintain the prosperity and stable supply of the sub-city's livestock industry.
In a recent crucial issue, the central council proposed opening the borders between the main city and the sub-city to enhance cooperation and exchange between the two areas. While this proposal may seem mutually beneficial on the surface, it is filled with potential crises, especially for humans. Opening the borders means vampires can more freely enter human residential areas, which poses an even greater threat to most humans.
Mediocre is deeply concerned about this and firmly opposes the proposal. His insistence is not only based on the protection of human safety, but also on the consideration of the potential adverse effects on the future of the livestock industry in the secondary city area. While his steadfast stance has earned him the respect of some of the new vampire faction, it has also made him a thorn in the side of some traditional blood-eating factions and radical vampire factions.
Ken sighed softly, as if feeling helpless at the scene before him. "Mediocre, you are really too stubborn. It seems we have nothing to talk about."
As the atmosphere became increasingly tense, a glamorous woman in white, wearing high heels, walked gracefully into the scene. Blood dripped continuously from the corners of her mouth, and her beautiful face appeared twisted and terrifying in the blood-red light. Suddenly, she leaned in provocatively toward Chara, gazing at her with a look of terror.
"Yes, guess again, who did I devour?" Her voice was both seductive and filled with murderous intent.
Revenge felt a wave of dizziness and nausea, his heart pounding in his chest as if it might leap out in the next second. His vision blurred, and all he could hear were the screams of his parents and the hoarse laughter of the female vampire. The laughter echoed in the darkness.
Ken suddenly roared in anger, clearly displeased with the actions of the white-clad female vampire: "Hai, what do you mean by this? There's no need to go this far!"
"Of course the entire family should be cleaned up, shouldn't it?" Hai replied, her voice filled with arrogance and contempt, her eyes showing no sympathy or remorse.
Suddenly, Hai stopped and said, "That's right, it hasn't been cleaned up yet~"
Revenge's body stiffened, unable to move, and his fear pressed on his chest like a physical weight, making it almost impossible to breathe. This extreme fear made him feel an unprecedented despair. In the grip of this nightmare, he felt trapped in an inescapable dark cage.
Hai's gaze finally fell on Revenge, her eyes flashing with a dangerous light, her voice soft but carrying an irresistible command: "Little troublemaker, I see you..."
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